Father Chuck Rogers and conc jumping

At a large, open, mall-like building called Metro Center (not that I saw any evidence of a subway), which, from the outside, had a very interesting shape. I would say it was curvy, made mostly from off-white concrete, and its profile somewhat resembled the shape of Iowa. More interestingly, an edge along the sides and roof (the outline of the building, from my perspective) had a moving track around it, like an escalator railing, and attached to the track were curvy futuristic chairs which held a single person and had them traveling (facing backwards) up the side and over the roof, tilting somewhat awkwardly up and down as the curve changed.

Inside the building, I passed by a guy who was sort of a mix of Mister Rogers, Chuck Norris, and a church pastor. He had a perfect memory for everyone he had met, and as he walked through the crowded concourse, he greeted most everyone he passed, including me.

Later, as I was headed back the other direction, trying to get somewhere, I saw him again, and I figured he might have spotted me too, but I felt like I didn't have time to say hello again, so I hurried off (perhaps not running, but certainly walking fast) towards my destination, and put quite some distance between us. But apparently, Father Chuck Rogers cannot be denied interaction, and he made like a doberman, charged after me and caught up so he could say hi.

Later, outside the "Metro Center" in daylight, I walked over to a flat, grassy, sidewalky park area. A few random men and women were there on one stretch of grass, practicing conc jumping (like in Team Fortress Classic). I decided to join in, and we were practicing choreographing our jumps with lines sung from the song I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire by the Ink Spots (featured in the game Fallout 3). Specifically, I watched as one of the women tried to time a jump to the word "fire". Her concussion grenade went off at about the right time, but she slightly mistimed her jump, so she was only lifted three or four feet in the air.

Racheem's love

Later dream involved AOL Instant Messenger. I had apparently logged on for the first time in a very long time. A few people started bombarding me with messages, including one whose screen name was "Alyssa" and whose icon was the face of a magenta-haired female night elf from WoW. Apparently we were online friends from when I used to play TFC, and, although it hadn't been obvious to me, she was obsessed with me. She reminded me that her first name was "Racheem" (an image of her popped into my mind -- thin, hispanic or middle eastern, dark medium length hair -- above shoulder --, medium-short height, late teens). Interesting that I could now read all this text when I had seen none during my earlier lucid dream. She went on and on about this and that -- there was one point where she said she "sent my arm to her friend" -- accompanied by an image of me and ?Neil sitting on a couch (in Cantilever Ct. basement?) with a gag-arm hanging next to us. After answering other people's IMs, I had trouble figuring out how to go back to hers (the interface was atypical -- large window with tabs at the top -- new IMs had light blue tab text). When I finally clicked back, she had written four or five paragraph-long messages -- a few glimpses indicated that she was making some kind of emotionally charged confession. However, I saw that she had signed off while I had been clicked away. Then for some reason, her entire tab disappeared and I was annoyed that I couldn't read it. Wondered to myself whether it had been logged somewhere, but couldn't find it.

Slip sliding at Sam's Club

Playing Half-Life (more likely TFC) - there's annoying sound every time I press Ctrl. Had trouble muting the wav file.

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At a warehouse store like Sam's Club or BJ's - looking around what I had expected to be the computer section - but it was not. Although there's some interesting Star Wars memorabilia on a shelf...

Heading towards another aisle with my mom, running and sliding very well on the smooth floor; we go up an aisle, I'm still doing that and a young woman comes up behind me doing same... we look at each other, she starts to walk off, and I wake up.